Momo was waiting by her food bowl, crouched down and staring at me. "Master!" she whined for the umpteenth time, no different from the constant meowing she used to do up until I gave her cat food.
"Settle down, it's here."
I bent down and tipped a frying pan over her bowl, pouring in some eggs and a couple sausages. Funny that she was eating better than me, considering that I was just having cereal. Momo dove down and began gobbling it up. I watched her as she ate, my eyes following every inch of her naked body, counting the bumps of her spine. Now that I thought about it, there was something sexy about a naked woman eating off the floor. I mean, technically, anything a woman does naked is sexy, but in this case, it made me think back to the BDSM porn videos I had watched. Add in the fact that she called me "Master", and you had some good kink material.
My dick began to harden, making my scrape sting. I had to force my erection down with pure will so that the cut wouldn't be stretched out. The scrape was slight, it would heal by the end of the day, but in that area, everything hurts with ten times the severity. What was I thinking? I couldn't do that to her. She trusted me to care for her and I couldn't take advantage of that trust. Besides, like I had said before, she clearly wasn't mature enough for something like sex. I would have to ignore temptation and try to make sure her curiosity didn't cost her innocence.
"Thank you for the food, Master," she said, sitting up and licking the egg grease off her lips.
"I'm glad you liked it. Now, go wash your face and brush your teeth. I need to get ready for work."
With Momo taken care of, I was able to get in a quick breakfast and shower. I was feeling much better than I had on Saturday, as I was now used to the situation. As long as Momo behaved, I had nothing to worry about.
"Momo, I'm off to work. Momo?"
I stood by the front door, expecting Momo to see me off. She wasn't in the living room or kitchen. I found her back in bed, snuggled up in blankets. Yep, still just a cat. Smiling, I sat down on the edge of the bed and rubbed her ears.
"I'll see you later," I said.
"Ok, bye-bye Master," she yawned.
Hours passed, and finally, Momo opened her eyes. She had slept half the day away, but for some reason, she couldn't stay asleep. As a cat, she normally spent most of her life sleeping, but this new human body didn't function the same way. It also didn't help that she was hungry. Giving a wide yawn, Momo got out of bed and went into the kitchen. There, she made herself a cat food sandwich, having learned the process of putting food between bread through observation.
Afterwards, nature called and she made her way to the bathroom. She would much rather simply use her litter box, but it had been made clear that she could only use the toilet from now on. She shuddered as she remembered the lesson. She loved being touched, especially between the legs, but not that other spot, never that spot. Hopefully, if she did it right, she wouldn't have to be taught again. And of course, she was taught her to wash her hands afterward. Even she understood the reasoning behind that.
Now with all of her physical needs met, she decided to wander the house and look for anything interesting. She was glad to have hands, now able to actually pick up things and touch them, rather than just smell them. Most of the electronics made no sense to her, regardless of all the times she had seen them used. Soon enough, just looking around became boring and Momo lied down on the couch.
She had no idea what to do with herself. Maybe if she could go outside, she would feel better, but she wasn't even allowed near the windows. She wished she could feel that familiar warm hand on her ears. And her tail. And her chest. And come to think of it, she really wanted to be touched in that other place, the one between her legs. In her first shower, she remembered that thing rubbing against her spot, and that felt really good,
Would it feel good if she rubbed it?